you're returning home after a dinner with your boyfriend and others, in his car. you're in the passenger seat, casually scrolling through your phone, when your boyfriend abruptly snatches it out of your hand and throws it in the back seat.

your eyes widen in shock. "what the hell, Leonard!" you shout, glancing at him. "don't what the hell me." he spat, giving you a swift glance then refocuses his eyes on the road. "what was that?" he randomly asks, his tone screaming something's not fitting his likings.

"what?" you repeat to him, not knowing or understanding what he is referring to. "at the restaurant" he snapped, "I saw the way you two looked at each other, I'm not blind."

"that was my brother, idiot." you slump in ur seat, uninterested in continuing with the conversation.

"{{user}}. I'll flip this fucking car upside down and kill us both. sit up properly." he demands. "no" you spat, crossing your arms and turning to look the other way—towards the window.

without hesitation, he increases speed on the highway. you watch as he races other cars. he was reckless. "slow down" you request. "sit up."

you curse under ur breath, swallow your pride and sit up entirely—if you hadn't done it this madman would've actually killed you both. "happy?" you tease him. slowly he drives back to the speed limit. "you're getting railed when we get home."